A bullet ricocheted off the metal wall of the warehouse right past Aaron’s head. He instantly recoiled away from the sharp ping of metal on metal. He shifted uncomfortably, before bravely peeking over the wooden crate he was using for cover. The firefight was still happening only a few meters away. The smell of gunpowder and blood was overwhelming. Only so often would a stray bullet find its way over to where Aaron was hiding, but it was worth the risk for the footage he was getting on his cell phone.
The police and the Kulza mafia were at it again with another insane firefight. Aaron knew that if we got a recording, he could prove for once that the mafia wasn’t quite what they seemed. Now he just had to wait it out until someone in the firefight did something strange. He’s seen it before but he’s never been able to prove it.
A police officer darted from one piece of cover to another in order to get a better line of fire on a mafia member. From where Aaron was watching, he could tell that mafia member was as good as shot. The police officer had positioned himself to where he had flanked the mafia members completely, and now was waiting for the opportunity.
Time slowed down. Arron watched as a gun in the distance exploded slowly with the fire of a bullet. The police officer that moved peered over the cover he moved to and realized it was time to strike. In what seemed like minutes, the police officer pulled his gun up and took aim. Aaron’s heart beat 100 times a minute as he watched what was surely going to be the death of a man. The chamber recoiled with a flash of light, and before Aaron knew it, the target of the shot took a bullet in the chest and went down. Aaron blinked and the world sped back up to real time.
The remaining mafia members behind the same cover all looked up in surprise. A few of them shouted, and then the whole group fell back behind deeper cover. The police were soon to follow, repositioning where they could chase the fleeing members of the shootout. Aaron kept his phone camera trained on the body of the downed mafia member, shocked to find the police paying the man no mind. Then something a little more shocking happened.
The Mafia member who had been shot sat up. Aaron snapped to it and trained the camera on the man. He watched as the man stood up, dusted himself off, and walked into another alley without a single member of the mafia noticing. Aaron couldn’t believe his eyes, he finally had it. Video footage of a mafia member doing something strange. A man taking a bullet to his chest like that, and then standing up after?
Aaron stopped his recording, and double checked the footage. What he saw was real, the man took a bullet in the chest, and then stood up afterward like nothing even happened. This was going to be big.
From a second story window, Ms. Graves watched in fear as a firefight wound its way around the alleyways near hear small apartment. Bullets flew and she couldn’t help but watch the grim fates of those involved. There really wasn’t much rhyme or reason to the gunfighting, and the police would surely not capture any of the mafia’s members, or cause them to surrender themselves to jail.
Kennedy Graves was an older woman, and she had seen her fair share of violence. The streets of Old Town were often wrought with crime and killing. Having an apartment in the warrens of Old Town granted a front row seat to the violence.
Graves gasped as she watched a man get hit in the chest with a bullet from the gun of an officer. From where she watched she could clearly see the man’s chest begin to bleed. She couldn’t dare to even look away from the scene. As the gun fight progressed further down the street, she watched the man lying on the ground.
Suddenly, she saw a shape move just ahead to where the fight had moved. Kennedy’s eyes darted back over to the new location of the police forces, and watched an officer take a bullet. Her gaze shifted to the bustle of officers moving the downed man out of cover, and ripping off his armor to treat his bullet wound. One of the other officers pulled out a triage kit, and started to clean the wound on the fly as best as he could.
When Kennedy shifted her gaze back over to the mafia member that took a bullet earlier. To her surprise, the bleeding man wasn’t anywhere to be found. A bullet wound like that should have killed the man, but now he’s not on the ground where he was shot. The only proof that the man was there at all was a small pool of blood.
When the firefight wound down, and inevitable the mafia disappeared behind a conveniently placed van, Aaron Vargas was on his laptop attempting to upload a video. Despite the officer who was killed in action tonight, he had hit his big break, and could finally point to evidence that the mafia was supernatural.
The police were gathering witnesses in the area to see if anyone could explain what happened in the area when they escaped, or where they escaped to. There was no trail they could follow that led them anywhere other than the bus stop the mafia had used as cover as the were falling back.
Kennedy and Aaron would be the only two people to mention the man you got shot in the chest, then stood up without a scratch on him. The video, and the story would become a talking about about the city of Brookhaven, and it’s problems with the Kulza family mafia. Most would right off the video as fabricated, or as a simple tall tale. Members of the police force would say that the man was just wearing some kind of armor, but that wouldn’t explain the blood. In the end, it was one of the first little mysteries the town would ever encounter.
The police and the Kulza mafia were at it again with another insane firefight. Aaron knew that if we got a recording, he could prove for once that the mafia wasn’t quite what they seemed. Now he just had to wait it out until someone in the firefight did something strange. He’s seen it before but he’s never been able to prove it.
A police officer darted from one piece of cover to another in order to get a better line of fire on a mafia member. From where Aaron was watching, he could tell that mafia member was as good as shot. The police officer had positioned himself to where he had flanked the mafia members completely, and now was waiting for the opportunity.
Time slowed down. Arron watched as a gun in the distance exploded slowly with the fire of a bullet. The police officer that moved peered over the cover he moved to and realized it was time to strike. In what seemed like minutes, the police officer pulled his gun up and took aim. Aaron’s heart beat 100 times a minute as he watched what was surely going to be the death of a man. The chamber recoiled with a flash of light, and before Aaron knew it, the target of the shot took a bullet in the chest and went down. Aaron blinked and the world sped back up to real time.
The remaining mafia members behind the same cover all looked up in surprise. A few of them shouted, and then the whole group fell back behind deeper cover. The police were soon to follow, repositioning where they could chase the fleeing members of the shootout. Aaron kept his phone camera trained on the body of the downed mafia member, shocked to find the police paying the man no mind. Then something a little more shocking happened.
The Mafia member who had been shot sat up. Aaron snapped to it and trained the camera on the man. He watched as the man stood up, dusted himself off, and walked into another alley without a single member of the mafia noticing. Aaron couldn’t believe his eyes, he finally had it. Video footage of a mafia member doing something strange. A man taking a bullet to his chest like that, and then standing up after?
Aaron stopped his recording, and double checked the footage. What he saw was real, the man took a bullet in the chest, and then stood up afterward like nothing even happened. This was going to be big.
From a second story window, Ms. Graves watched in fear as a firefight wound its way around the alleyways near hear small apartment. Bullets flew and she couldn’t help but watch the grim fates of those involved. There really wasn’t much rhyme or reason to the gunfighting, and the police would surely not capture any of the mafia’s members, or cause them to surrender themselves to jail.
Kennedy Graves was an older woman, and she had seen her fair share of violence. The streets of Old Town were often wrought with crime and killing. Having an apartment in the warrens of Old Town granted a front row seat to the violence.
Graves gasped as she watched a man get hit in the chest with a bullet from the gun of an officer. From where she watched she could clearly see the man’s chest begin to bleed. She couldn’t dare to even look away from the scene. As the gun fight progressed further down the street, she watched the man lying on the ground.
Suddenly, she saw a shape move just ahead to where the fight had moved. Kennedy’s eyes darted back over to the new location of the police forces, and watched an officer take a bullet. Her gaze shifted to the bustle of officers moving the downed man out of cover, and ripping off his armor to treat his bullet wound. One of the other officers pulled out a triage kit, and started to clean the wound on the fly as best as he could.
When Kennedy shifted her gaze back over to the mafia member that took a bullet earlier. To her surprise, the bleeding man wasn’t anywhere to be found. A bullet wound like that should have killed the man, but now he’s not on the ground where he was shot. The only proof that the man was there at all was a small pool of blood.
When the firefight wound down, and inevitable the mafia disappeared behind a conveniently placed van, Aaron Vargas was on his laptop attempting to upload a video. Despite the officer who was killed in action tonight, he had hit his big break, and could finally point to evidence that the mafia was supernatural.
The police were gathering witnesses in the area to see if anyone could explain what happened in the area when they escaped, or where they escaped to. There was no trail they could follow that led them anywhere other than the bus stop the mafia had used as cover as the were falling back.
Kennedy and Aaron would be the only two people to mention the man you got shot in the chest, then stood up without a scratch on him. The video, and the story would become a talking about about the city of Brookhaven, and it’s problems with the Kulza family mafia. Most would right off the video as fabricated, or as a simple tall tale. Members of the police force would say that the man was just wearing some kind of armor, but that wouldn’t explain the blood. In the end, it was one of the first little mysteries the town would ever encounter.